I never need an excuse to make one of my favorite foods, but I decided to honor National Grilled Cheese Day Friday night with some turkey+pepper jack+honey mustard grilled cheeses. Because we’re classy and we were kicking off our lavish anniversary weekend, we also had champagne (a wedding gift) in our toasting flutes with dinner while we caught up on Mad Men.
Saturday night we had a celebratory dinner at 1789, which is in an old federal house in Georgetown. Dinner was delicious, our server was super sweet, and the weather was so nice that we walked the mile+ home afterward.
For our actual anniversary, we got up late, made a big Sunday breakfast, did some chores, packed a picnic, went to the batting cages and closed out the evening at Hugh’s baseball game.
And I gifted us two Rick Steves books — Germany and Italy — and now I’m in full-blown trip-planning mode.
On a more serious note
We knew when we picked our wedding date that it would forever be followed two days later by an anniversary which, in six years, hasn’t gotten any easier. I wrote about April 16th here, two years ago.
Last year our wedding (and this year our anniversary) brought some light to a week — and a day — that has normally been pretty rough. Both anniversaries in such close proximity serve, and will always serve, as a reminder to acknowledge and be grateful for who and what we have in life.
We are strong enough to stand tall tearlessly
We are brave enough to bend to cry
and we are sad enough to know that we must laugh again.
-Nikki Giovanni – April 17, 2007